Meme.     /     accepting

sylas.     ///     unshackles.

               ❛ surely, you must jest, ❜ he mutters, imperative. leading a direct and mindless assault into the enemy territory without elaborate planing beforehand doesn’t exactly sit right with him. he’s done it before and it almost lead to his demise. after all, despite their ostensible ignorance and the ever so present feigned harmony, demacians never dive into a battle without a plan of action. and part of that mindset has stuck with him. doesn’t take more than one failure for him to become tenfold wary for the prospects of another battle. to his misfortune, they always seem to be prepared. be it day or night, his targets are always attentive of incoming ambushes. 

                ❛ they may be ignorant, however, they’re not stupid, ❜ he lectures, his voice stern and steady. it doesn’t take him long to shoot rakan a diverted glance, his brows arched in feigned disbelief. ❛ if you wish so, i can put you in the front lines. you’re too fervent a fighter, after all. ❜ for yet a few more moments, he keeps up the guise of disorientation, purposely trying to garner some kind of conflicted reaction from rakan’s part. not soon after, laughter finally comes forth. ❛ amusing, truly. come, i’ll go over the scheme with you again. ❜

              war is cruel.     he knows this.     no matter how entertaining each battle was,     no matter how much he laughed in the face of the opposition to evoke some form of ire that appealed to some sort of base desire to see others with bloodlust in their eyes for none but him,     war was still a tragedy.     from tragedy,     life will be born anew    :    hearts can sing in unison again for peace,     those whose wings had been maimed may soon find flight again,    &    freedom's fire may be rekindled once more through their unified actions.     this is a battle they,     together,     must fight.     no matter the difficulties that lie ahead     ———     alas,     when the enemy is versed in dealing with those who excel in magic     (   why fear what you can't understand   ?   ),     the scales are tipped against them.     what was once a leveled playing field is now an uphill battle,     each step meticulous.     maybe now he understands,     even if only a bit,     why his idea might not be of huge value.

              ❛     the front lines   ?     ❜     only typical for him to have a perplexed look on his face at that,     remain in a perpetual conflict,     rubbing at his chin    &    humming as if even entertaining the thought.     to remain quiet is to remain without an answer,     &    that's just rude.     he opts to speak again.     ❛     you want this pretty face to get hurt by a demacian soldier in the front lines   ?     naaaah,     i do a lot better just being from behind.     you get me   ?     ❜     soon after,     laughter.     a relief,     really,     their leader wasn't a stranger to humor.     it's enough to elicit a small chuckle from rakan.     ❛     alright,     alright.     just make sure it's easy to understand,     yeah   ?     none of those weird tactic words or whatever.     ❜

RAKAN 

↳THE CHARMER

NEW RAKAN SKIN LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO

              lies    &    deceit truly will guide him to some of the most peculiar of adventures.     previous ones were short - lived,     involved nothing but a little bit of walking,     perhaps sneaking into somewhere,     enjoy the moment,     all familiar jazz he's dealt with before.     only few ever lasted longer than those brief trips.     one,     in particular,     had him crossing over a city or two.     no problem for him   !     but this   ?     this is on a grander scale than his previous adventures.     he's set off to wander ionia,     almost top to bottom to fulfill promise of unbinding him from his bow.     that promise held not a speck of truth.     but oh,     at least he can talk without fearing that death is looming over him,     or rather,     shooting deadly arrows his direction.

              ❛     so     ...     ❜     there's a hum,    &    he's wondering what type of conversation they could have.     something to fill the awkward silence between them.     ❛     you're how many years old   ?     i know this is the 5th time i've asked,     but i just need to make sure you aren't pulling my leg here   !     ❜       ///       @blightbrought​

yasuo.     ///     windwandered.

Starter Call // @feyquil​

“Nope. Stop. Turn around. Take a few steps. Then a few more. Y’know, might as well just keep walkin’ for a thousand paces.” He’s talking as though he’s giving orders to the jovial birdman, wondering if Rakan will actually fall for it.

“You’re not invited to drinking night, tonight. I can’t just bring a plus one, and we know how you get when you get even a taste of alcohol.” Yasuo shudders at the incident. Rakan had made a fool of himself, and embarrassed Yasuo last time, and the wanderer wasn’t about to let that happen again, even if Rakan begged and pleaded.

              &    he doesn't.     is it out of defiance   ?     one could call it that.     orders aren't anything new,     they'd always been given to him    &    in the right context,     he'd probably listen     (   admittedly,     those orders may be forsaken for something grander to him   ).     here   ?     why listen when the promise of alcohol urges his desire forward.

              ❛     aw,     come on,     yas   !     ❜     nickname usage,     as if they were close,     as if they held a bond that could not be cut even by the most sharp blade.     have they indulged in conversations of the heart   ?     seen each other past the exterior they present   ?     hell no.     friends could not even be the most accurate description for them.     drinking buddies   ?     what were they   ?     ❛     old buddy,     old pal,     i promise that this time it's going to be different.     you can trust me,     right   ?     ❜     recited line,     delivered yet again for the umpth time.     some things never change.

anyway give rakan chocolate bc he loves chocolate

watch the stars with me

*taps my mic* rakan is sexy thank u

@feyquil​ said:

defender of tomorrow? you need to defend your hair from whoever’s giving you a haircut like THAT!

martel swears a vein in his forehead his about to pop; as they stand, he can almost see it, the headlines—bird vastaya gives defender of tomorrow a heart attack! wow, what a great way to make his return to piltover memorable.

instead of letting anger get the best out of him, jayce approaches the vastaya with a smile (it’s more a show of his perfect pearly whites than a proper smile, but who really cares? he certainly doesn’t—). leaning in, he presses his index finger to the lhotan’s bare chest. “–you are so very lucky i can’t make you into skewer without ruining my reputation, bird boy, but lemme tell you something–” he grins, then, and he’s a far, far cry from the man on the posters. “there’s more than one way to skin a rabbit, or in your case, a parrot.”